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Started by Sepia, August 31, 2010, 12:46:37 PM

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Sepia

We wanted an early morning, the feeling of warmth not to be missed as the sun grew over our heads, magic in the old days and just the sun in ours. We'd come as far as they remembered but we were still among the lost in the land of the living getting fat off it, our stomachs would growl at us every morning for every night we went out drinking, passing the kebab shop as we walked home, seeing the seasons change from summer to fall, seeing the difference being made.

We wanted the warmth from the sun because we had no other, the cold was in our hearts and minds and we were no longer who we wanted to be, a quagmire was where we were, where our thoughts took us, into this. We saw our playfulness drop, we saw the spring of childhood ending and we knew when it was our time we would end the same way any of our cycles would but people dressed in black would mourn us as we slipped beyond the veil again.

Guilt was hanging onto us like beads of sweat, never letting go in a humid world where we wanted to truly see them but didn't. All of the else was different, our hearts flew like our minds, we were racing like in a coffee induced dream and we were running, we were always running but the sweat was there when we woke from our nightmare and we found that everything we once wanted was too much for us to handle now

We'd only want oblivion when we ended, obscurity seemed like the way to go and the place to be for we had seen enough, we had held on tightly to hope and to dream and we saw change as the good brother-in-law but once all of it fell down, we found ourselves wandering into sartres mind with a bottle of tequila. We didn't exist like they did and we never had the fears that they did, post world war two disillusionment but we wanted to be like them but still not asking the same questions as they did, not wanting answers as we covered ourselves in blankets trying to sleep with the sun climbing into our eyes
Everyone will always be too late